Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Seasonal warmth really sees a lot of people coming here to buy it, more want to try it.

She looked back at the slightly further depth of the ink that stood because of the smell and walked back and smiled and said, “Would you like some? I'll buy some strings to try.

Mojing stared deeply at her: "Have you never eaten? ”

“Our lives and social circles are not in contact with this place, usually there is no chance to come to the night market, just as you don't have time to wander around in this place, so there is no chance to eat this food, but I often hear people say, smell smelly and smell fragrant, I want to try it, do you want to eat? ”

The season is talking about turning around and buying.

The result was a heavy wrist and Mo Jingdeep dragged her back very decisively.

“Never had the best, not clean. ”

“Who says it's not clean? Isn't that a lot of people buying? Have you eaten? ”

“No.”

“Then why isn't it clean? I'll try it, I'll buy a few less...”

Mo Jingdeep did not let her go. He grabbed her with one hand and took her away with his arms around her back. He glanced at the warm face of the season and resentful expression. "Don't eat. ”

“…” Seasonal warmth cannot be helped, this thing is estimated to be really intolerable in front of people with a cleanliness habit such as Mo Jingdeep. She turned around and looked at various snacks from other roadside stalls. She whispered, "I haven't eaten any of these, you won't let me try them. I only had three glasses of champagne in the hall. I haven't eaten anything else. I'm starving now...”

“Go back to dinner when you're hungry. I'll cook dinner, huh? ”

And even today, Mo Da BOSS says it's no good cooking.

“Hey, look at this lamb skewer, it smells so good at first glance! ”

“And that spicy skewer...”

“Oh, and glutinous rice cake! ”

“Mo Jingshen, Mo Da BOSS, Mo Da President, Mr. Mo... husband... just let me buy it and try it, I'll just eat a little...”

In the end, deep beneath the warm, soft, hard bubbles of the season, she finally went to the stall over there to buy a small bag of handmade chocolate biscuits and some glutinous rice cakes. As for the other fried barbecues, it was completely forbidden to eat a bite.

There were many people here, the light was dark, the season warm stood in the crowd, quickly stuffed a glutinous rice cake in his mouth, a satisfied smile bent his eyebrows: “Surely the snack name in the night market is not false, so sweet. ”

Mo Jingsheng glanced at her like a greedy child, leaving her to walk behind and eat. He held her hand in front of him and planned to walk out of the night market before turning to the square at the main entrance of the venue.

Seasonal Warm shoved another piece into his mouth, his mouth full, his face drummed together, and he looked at his face with a smile to grow and pull out his figure.

Let Mo Jing Deep pass in such a place, there is always a feeling of dragging people high on the cloud to the dust world.

Of course, the little girl next to him who was closer to the road would still keep throwing all kinds of idiotic eyes at this side. Seasonal warmth saw Ink's depth so quietly walking in the crowd. The result was still so eye-catching, I had to wipe my mouth to quickly follow him, and follow him well.

“Hey, wait!” Seasonal Warm saw a lot of clothes hanging from the stall next to her. One of the key pieces was the style she wore in her previous life. Unbeknownst to her, she called Mo Jingdeep and her subconscious turned and quickly walked over.

The owner of the roadside stall saw her come over and asked enthusiastically, "Which one? These clothes in my house are big brands of broken code dumping from the big mall, every piece is of good quality, Miss, pick whatever you like! ”

Seasonal Warm picks up a white T-shirt with a very simple alphabetical pattern: “How much is this? ”

“This one.” The owner of the roadside stall looked at the clothes on her and seemed to be of good quality and the price was not too low, he said directly: “Two hundred and eighty. ”

Deep behind, Mo Jingsheng picked out his eyebrows and found that Seasonal Warm was particularly keen on these roadside stalls tonight.

“Two hundred and eight?” The season warmed up and laughed.

The boss thinks she doesn't know shit?

“Two hundred and eighty, no bid! ”

“Sixty. Sell or not? ”

The boss had never seen such a harsh price before. His eyes suddenly glanced at the warmth of the season and coughed: “Too little, one bite, one hundred and fifty! ”

Season warm laughed and put the T-shirt in his hand: “Sixty bucks, don't sell it.” Turn around and go.

The boss thought he could kill a rich, big customer. I didn't think the little girl would really eat this. He hurried and said, "Okay, okay, can I add ten extra dollars? It's not easy for me to do business! ”

Seasonal warmth didn't return either: “Just sixty. ”

“… OK, sixty!” The boss helplessly called her and handed her the clothes.

Seasonal warmth smiled and turned around. Suddenly, I felt the humanoid swipe machine deep in Ink come behind me and said, “You can't swipe cards here. I pay cash. It's only 60 bucks anyway. ”

Mojing glanced deeply at her bright crystalline eyes, which had laughed because of the success of the price cut, unnamed infected, and the light of the bottom of her eyes fell on her head softly.

The night in T City, unlike the winter in Haicheng, only brings a very thin coolness to the air, which is often reduced by a few points by the crowd, surrounded by lively popularity.

In particular, the night market is a high hanging color lamp, boastful yet exceptionally grounded, symbolizing the warmth and beauty of the place.

“What do you say? Isn't it nice?” Seasonal warmth compares the clothes in front of you.

Mojing stared deeply at her happy expression, her lips curled up, and she laughed: “You've never been into a place like the night market before, but tonight, in addition to those snacks, you're particularly interested in this kind of clothing? ”

Seasonal warm's head rested on his arm: “Not interested in clothes, but particularly interested in cutting prices with this kind of roadside stall owner, I tell you, I already gave him away, otherwise I could buy this clothes for forty bucks. ”

Because she wore a thin cotton T-shirt that was exactly the same and of very ordinary quality in her previous life, and that one cost 40 bucks.

Mo Jing deeply moaned at her suddenly emerging desire to cut the price of the valley: “Qualitatively multiplied by the thousands of dollars of T-shirts you haven't worn, are you sure you want to wear this? ”

“It's not like I haven't worn it.” Seasonal warmth whispered.

Mojing took a deep step and looked down at her: “What did you just say? ”

“I'm not talking. People come and go here. You heard wrong.” Seasonal warmth put that T-shirt in the bag, then took a bite of the chocolate cookie out of the other little bag, and handed the other half to him: “Well, try it! ”